The Rogue King's Surrogate Novels & Stories

Eric who has come abreast of me also shifts to his human form. "Which land borders us?" I turn to ask him "That's the Colorado desert." He points to the front with his face. "Somewhere inside the desert or around it is said to be the Rouge King's land. Nobody knows for sure... "Excuse me, Rouge King? The rogues have a king?" I ask in disbelief. Rogues are werewolves that have either been kicked out of their packs or left their packs out of their own free will. I'm surprised about there being a rogue king since rogues don't submit to anybody. Those who left their packs out of their own free will didn't want to be ruled and guided by any pack rules which was why they became rogues in the first

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“You never told me that.” "I provided the Rogue King with the intelligence he needed to kill Damian’s father, but I had not accounted for that bastard Gideon. He survived and became the Alpha King. That was my miscalculation,” my father explained. “I’ve taken years to get back to this point. I will not fail again.” “But what about me? The Alpha King sent me out to kill his people. How could the Rogue King see me as an ally now?” I exclaimed. "The Rogue King has not forgotten that I helped him get revenge against Damian’s father. He understands that we had to do things to not raise alarm with the Alpha King. An alliance with him still stands and with his backing you will have the leverage to

“Maybe he couldn’t afford to help her. Or maybe she thought mating with you was a better idea. Either way, she was desperate enough to return, I fear she'll stop at nothing until she gets what wants.” I exhaled slowly, shaking my head. I couldn't believe Ivarie's objective in insisting on our mating had to do with her debt but Tom's explanation held water. But still, I feared her coming was for something bigger, and I needed to figure it out. Before I could discuss it further, a soldier, one of our intel operatives rushed into the room.his eyes wide and his chest-beating, “Alpha, we have a lead on the druggie Rogues. They were spotted in the next town.”

she snapped. The rogue quivered. He said slowly through his gritted teeth, “I said…you will never catch the King—” Aurora tightened her grip abruptly as though she was about to break his neck the next second. “B—Because—” The rogue said urgently before she killed him. “…We don’t know who the Rogue King is ourselves!” he gasped. Aurora froze. “You have got to be kidding me,” she gritted. “No, it is true! Nobody knows,” the rogue murmured. “We took all of our orders from Sterning. We never met the King once. We don’t even know if the King is a man or a woman. You caught Sterning…You should ask Sterning these questions!”

"You've built something, Ava. I won't pretend otherwise. The question I brought you here to answer is simple: what is it, exactly, and who does it answer to?" "It answers to itself." I say it plainly, the way Daniel told me to, no hedging, no softening. "Not to Marcus. Not to any Alpha's territory. Every person standing here chose to be here, and every person standing here has the right to leave whenever they choose. That's not a threat to your authority, Garrick. It's just not built on the same foundation your authority is." "An interesting distinction. Also, from where I stand, a dangerous one." He doesn't raise his voice, doesn't need to. "Packs that answer to nothing set a precedent othe

“Why would they call me the rogue King?” “I get that they wanted a hideous name for you, but you're not a rogue. You don't live outside the Kingdom, or control a group of rejected wolves. Why would they call someone— who's not a rogue— a rogue?” “Well, they say I'm a rogue at heart. I act like one, break rules like one, and kill like one. I guess someone thought I was one, and called me one during gossip, so the name spread wide.” “The Rogue King.” I said softly. “That name spread fear far and wide. I hated the name, as much as I was scared of it.”

I asked, hating how my voice sounded breathless and eager, like a drowning person reaching for a lifeline. He smiled, and it transformed his harsh features into something devastating, dangerous beauty that should have sent me running. "My name is Roland Blackthorn, and I rule the Rogue Lands outside the city limits," he said, each word precise and weighted with meaning. "I need a queen, someone to stand beside me for three years and help legitimize my claim to territories that traditional packs want to steal, and in exchange, I will make you the wealthiest woman in Crescent City and give you the resources to destroy anyone who has hurt you."

Chapter 14 Darwin’s POV “WHERE THE HELL IS LORCAN!” I snarled angrily at the stupid rogue tied down in a chair before me. “He’ll take the throne! Lorcan is the real rogue king! We’ll never agree to be… brughhhhh” The rogue groaned as I slammed my fist into his face. Bastard! Does he have a death wish?! “You will answer the king when he asks you questions!” Parker growled brutally as he grabbed the back of the rogue’s head and slammed it down onto the table before us.

I sit up straight. Great-aunt!? That sounds like the joke of the century and I laugh, somewhat bitterly. I am a man known by many, yet unknown to none. To some, I am just Draco. Mostly, I am known by reputation– the faceless Rogue King, the mysterious land grabber, and many more that people cry about. Here in the Serbia Empire, I am Aleksandr Kresnik III, the new Head of the Dragon Dynasty and successor to the Serbia Empire throne.